Chapter 42 Chapter 42 Amuro Toru feels like he is being pampered...

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Mo Shiyu raised his lips, "Are you dissatisfied with me in some way?"

Arthur squeezed out two words from between his teeth, "I dare not."

"If you don't dare, then you have it."

Mo Shiyu started the car, stepped on the accelerator, turned a corner, and drove towards the next intersection.

He tilted his head and thought for a moment. "The other examiners don't really know how to explain. Well, okay."

Mo Shiyu drove the car towards a secluded path, raised his eyes and glanced at the rearview mirror. His voice was very stable and his pronunciation was slow, which calmed Arthur's congested brain a little.

He whispered, "There's no bullet in the gun, your companions are lagging behind, the NOC has revealed your whereabouts, and the car's brakes have been tampered with..."

"Our work is full of accidents, some of which are unintentional and some of which are intentional."

Mo Shiyu stopped at the intersection of the alley, opened the storage box, and took out the pistol with a silencer installed. Arthur was about to say something, but he fell silent upon seeing this.

His expression was filled with confusion and he thought the examiner was going to kill him because he was dissatisfied with his attitude.

This is not uncommon in the history of the organization.

The organization has always been biased towards codename members. As long as there is a legitimate reason, Valentine will be fine if he kills him.

In the eyes of the organization, a guy who can be easily killed by a code name member certainly doesn't deserve to get a code name.

Arthur's face gradually turned pale, and he clenched his teeth, secretly regretting why he was so carried away and spoke so rudely.

However, Mo Shiyu did not look at him. Instead, he rolled down the car window, stuck the muzzle of the gun out of the window, and slowly aimed it at the figure in a suit who was staggering out of the alley.

Arthur looked in the direction of Mo Shiyu's gun and saw a familiar face.

The owner of this face had just escaped from his hands, but he was dragged down by bodyguards and shot. He could no longer take care of him and could only let him escape.

A politician's secretary.

The secretary looked up and saw a silenced pistol sticking out of the car window. Before the fear on his face showed, the person inside pulled the trigger decisively.

"Bang."

In the last moment of his vision, he only saw the man in the car window wearing a black top hat, his profile cut off by the shadow cast by the brim of the hat, and his lips slightly curled up.

The shell fell to the ground with a clang, and the secretary fell to the ground with his head thrown back. His eyes were wide open, and there was a bloody hole in the middle of his forehead, from which blood mixed with brain matter gushed out.

"What..." Arthur's eyes suddenly widened.

When? When did he find out about the secretary's whereabouts?

Only then did Arthur realize that Mo Shiyu's attire had changed a little compared to before.

His long hair was gathered into a black hat pulled low on his head, and the hand holding the gun was covered with a black fingerless glove.

There are no conspicuous physical features on his body.

In just a moment, after firing the gun, Mo Shiyu withdrew his hand, drove towards the main road, and rolled up the window at the same time.

Arthur looked at the corpse disappearing behind his head, like a rabbit caught in sharp claws, fear rising from the soles of his feet.

In just a few tens of seconds, Valentine had already calculated the secretary's escape route. While he was still indignant, Valentine comforted him and easily moved around in front of the secretary.

"Why……"

"This is the mission I accepted." Mo Shiyu held the steering wheel with one hand and spoke slowly and softly, "I don't take care of your lives, but I do take care of the mission."

The car quickly blended into the traffic.

He turned around and watched Arthur's dejected appearance, his arrogance completely gone. After a moment, his tone became abnormally patient.

"It's common for unexpected things to happen during a mission. Therefore, a calm mind, able to constantly adjust plans based on current circumstances, is particularly important when carrying out a mission. You're a little impatient."

"You have to make up for your own mistakes. Your performance on the field was acceptable, but you let a target go and let him see your face. This is a big no-no."

The British man with a mustache had a pale face and lowered his head without saying a word.

***

Mo Shiyu drove the car to the organization's base.

Arthur covered his wound. Before getting off the car, he looked back at Mo Shiyu and bowed his head deeply. "I'm sorry, Lord Valentine... Thank you."

Valentin looked back at him, a faint smile on his face, and nodded slightly.

Arthur got out of the car, stood on the side of the road, and watched Valentine's car leave.

Arthur had not met many code members, but every one of them had a very clear attitude - in the eyes of the code members, these low-level people were not on the same level as them.

The code members are the management, the upper class, while they are just small screws that can be discarded at any time.

This was also why Arthur was so obsessed with getting the codename that he lost his composure tonight. He didn't want to live a life where his personality was ignored.

But Valentin...treated him as a human being.

“…”

Arthur felt from the bottom of his heart that it was absolutely a great fortune that he met Lord Valentine during his first regularization examination.

Valentine's experience is not very deep, but he is as famous in the organization as those famous code names.

But Arthur knew that most of the reason was because of his strange and beautiful appearance that made people itch from the bottom of their hearts and couldn't stop. Too many people developed a morbid obsession and sadistic desire for him after seeing him.

However, not many people care about his personality, abilities, and hobbies.

Arthur had inevitably become curious about Valentine because of these rumors, but now...

"Despite his looks, he's still such a soft-hearted guy." He murmured softly, not knowing to whom he was talking.

"Stop smiling at people like that. You'll get yourself into trouble."

***

The second person to be assessed is Toru Amuro.

After agreeing on a time with Toru Amuro, Mo Shiyu immediately sent the car that was stained by the blood of the previous member to be dry-cleaned, and then took the Shinkansen to Hokkaido.

The mission location this time is a ski resort.

It was quite cold at the destination, so Mo Shiyu changed his black coat into a fleece-lined one, with a high-necked black sweater underneath.

At this moment, he was sitting in a hot spring hotel next to the ski resort, eating on the tatami mat.

Amuro Toru...Amuro Toru was sitting opposite him.

The waiter, wearing a cherry blossom kimono, knelt beside me, holding a piece of butter with tweezers and sliding it clockwise on the bottom of the pot until the butter was melted by the high temperature and white mist came out. A few slices of high-quality Wagyu beef came into contact with the bottom of the pot, making a sizzling white noise, and the aroma was instantly stimulated.

Toru Amuro calmly cracked the sterilized eggs and stirred them. When he found Mo Shiyu looking at him, he smiled softly.

This guy... Mo Shiyu has dead eyes. So leisurely!

Mo Shiyu can enjoy life here because he is an examiner, but what about Amuro Toru? Shouldn't you be so nervous that you can't sleep in your room?

When he was with Arthur, Mo Shiyu could clearly feel how nervous the other person was during the assessment.

But when it comes to meeting Toru Amuro, things are different.

As expected of an undercover agent, this guy's emotional management is truly amazing. He has an exam tomorrow, but he's still in the mood to eat high-quality beef with the organization's funds, and he's eating it with such relish.

"I've always wanted to try the sukiyaki from this restaurant." Amuro Toru said with a smile.

"Oh? Amuro-kun, have you heard of this store before?" Mo Shiyu paused while drinking and said.

"Well, the lonely gourmet recorded this place. I happened to be in closed training at the time. I saw this when I couldn't sleep at night, and it made me even more unable to sleep."

The blond, dark-skinned undercover agent curved her eyes innocently, lowered them, and smiled shyly, "After learning that the mission location was here, I wanted to give it a try. Seeing is believing, and it really tastes great."

"Hey..." Mo Shiyu said softly.

So your first reaction to the mission location is that you have a reason to eat delicious food at public expense?

Mo Shiyu seemed to have foreseen the shadow of Whisky, the man who would come with sky-high expense reimbursements every day to fleece the organization.

As expected of you, Touko.

"Come to think of it, Lord Valentine, what was the form of the assessment when you became a regular employee?" Amuro Toru blinked.

Mo Shiyu propped up his head and took a sip of the local sake. He smiled when he heard this, "Well..."

He lengthened his voice slightly.

The local sake in Hokkaido is extremely spicy, making his breath seem warm and seductive. This is a hot spring hotel, and Valentine took off his coat and changed into the dark kimono here.

He raised one leg, revealing a small part of his fair and graceful ankle from under his clothes. His body movements were casual, but every move was very beautiful.

This casual yet unintentional look with a hint of arrogance would be a powerful weapon in front of any member of the organization.

But Toru Amuro, a righteous police officer, was not hooked at all.

He propped up his head and thought to himself that this little gray-haired boy really liked drinking. As long as the wine was placed next to him, he couldn't control his hands.

It is also easy to drink more and more without any self-control.

Mo Shiyu stretched out his voice, whetting Amuro Toru's appetite, and then rejected him maliciously, "I won't tell you."

Toru Amuro: "..."

Are you three years old?

"It's not advisable to spy on me so obviously." Mo Shiyu dipped the Wagyu beef in raw egg, slowly ate a piece of beef that cost 2,000 yen, and raised his finger to shake it gently.

"Amuro-kun has to rely on his own strength to get the code name."

“…”

Amuro Toru's Adam's apple moved.

He had a strange feeling that their relationship was akin to that of a big boss and his pampered celebrity. The previous conversation was like the big boss trying to convince the beautiful celebrity, who was not ambitious and only wanted his resources, to work harder.

The undercover agent's scalp went numb for a moment.

What kind of weird association is this?

Amuro Toru truly felt that the reason he always misinterpreted Valentin's words was entirely because Valentin looked at him with such gentle eyes!

He had never encountered such warm eyes from any member of the organization.

Valentine must have some ulterior motive, otherwise, why would a cruel code member be so nice to a low-level member?

And now Toru Amuro has nothing but this face... This is the only explanation.

Mo Shiyu watched helplessly as the blond, dark-skinned undercover's face slowly turned red. Amuro Toru hurriedly stood up, looking as if he wanted to make up his mind but found it difficult to cross that hurdle. In the end, he gave up and said dejectedly, "I'm going to the bathroom."

“…Hmm.”

After Toru Amuro disappeared, Mo Shiyu began to drink in confusion.